Door to perdition
The child stared fixedly through the keyhole. It was the world that lay before him. A world that he lived and died for, but could not step in. He could never leave the door. It followed him wherever he flew. The door opened. He ceased to be a child.
posted by The Viennese at 12:37 AM
3 Comments:
wow
feeling so burried a secret untold...
Hey its tides..it come and goes ..
doesnt effect around but somewhere within it does.........
Even thought Psycho is so petrified of leaving a comment here - simply cause he's so in awe of you - I (Oink) didn't quite understand what the fuss was all about. But now that I've gone through your blogspace - well, I think you're brilliant as well. (that's like an understatement, I guess)
I don't know why, but this is one of my favourite entries.
We would really appreciate it if you'd visit our blogsite. (And leave a comment, if possible. ^_^)
Thank you and have a wonderful week.
Cheerio!
::Oink::
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